Malrik POV

Dashira was seething, though she tried to mask it. I could see it in the tight set of her shoulders, in the way her fists clenched at her sides. But beneath the fury, there was something else something rawer.

She was hurt.

And she wasn’t finished speaking.

"I stood by the three of you through everything," she burst out, her voice sharp with emotion. "I put Zenovia first always. I made her well-being my priority, even when it meant turning my own blood against me. My nephew is ...